Although, he certainly enjoyed the view at times...
Thankfully, she'd believed his excuses for a small wedding with a few neighbors.
Well hello, he thought to himself when he saw the brunette standing behind Camelot. Shaking Bradshaw's hand with a firm shake, he winked at the woman and grinned when she blushed and looked down. "Camelot, you randy goat, every time I turn around you have another beauty attached to your arm!"
Camelot frowned. "This is my wife, Eryka."
Angus grinned. "Wife, eh. Well, if you need to unload that spicy maid of yours, feel free to send her my wife," he said with a wink.
Eryka looked nervously at her husband and then smiled at Angus. "Everyone has been very kind," she said.
Crystal hugged Brock back and grinned. "Thank you, dear one. I am most thankful to be your mother!"
Angus checked his pocket watch and glanced over at his wife and his son.
Crystal smiled at Brock and urged him to go play...
Crystal smiled, but didn't hurry after him. Really, now that Brock was getting older, Angus couldn't go around acting so inappropriately all the time. She would have to speak to Angus about limiting their flirtations to the bedroom!
Orb's Year 935
"Such language!" she admonished him. "I certainly hope you don't talk that way around Brock!" Crystal headed to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner.
Angus had looked shocked and then angered to have been chastised in front of his squire. Snapping his finger, he called to Chandler as he walked away. "Let's go to the pub."
Fuming, he stormed from the house back to the pub. If he wasn't welcome in her bed, then he would find some other bed he was welcome in!
Tracy McMillan blushed. "Oh, you're such a flirt, Sir Laird!" she said.
Running back, he felt like crying. What if Crystal was hurt? Or died?
Brock tiptoed close and looked at the squirming little baby. "Hi, little brother," he said, tickling the baby's toes.
***Callum had been fed, changed and put to sleep and Crystal had slid back into bed, exhausted.
Angus shrugged sleepily, "Out."
Orb's Year 936
Crystal wondered if Brock's mother had cared for him in the wee hours of the morning and how in the world she could've left him behind without a thought...
"Ma'am?" Tracy asked nervously. The truth was that Tracy coveted Crystal's husband and had flirted with him at the pub one drunken night, even allowing him to kiss her. When Angus had asked her to clean his home, she'd thought it was a good idea...
...Of course, that was before she met his sweet wife... with a newborn baby.
Gads, there's no feeling lower than this! Tracy thought sadly.
Gads, Tracy thought, so she could feel lower!
Crystal smiled up at her husband. "He enjoys reading. He's quite a studious young man," she said proudly.
Angus knocked the book from the boys hand.
Angus waved his hands. "He'll get over it! You're molly-coddling the boy!"
Crystal stomped her foot. "If you're so concerned about it, you should spend time with him! You hardly talk to him or even look at him! He's your son!"
"Bah!" Angus said sourly before storming out.
Crystal hurried after Brock to console him. He never handled it well after his father yelled at him for some infraction or another.
Chandler was supposed to distract her...
Women! They believed anything!